Another Argent.

Abomination

Melanie's POV

After Deaton helped me clean my cut, we started talking.

"They're coming back, so we don't have much time to talk." Deaton says and takes rubbing alcohol out to help Scott's wounds.

"What is that?" He asks the vet.

"Rubbing alcohol. You don't want it to get infected, do you?" He asks Scott. "You will heal the same, just not as quickly, because of Derek." I roll my eyes at the Alphas name.

"Okay, how do you know all this?" He asks. "Actually, how - How do you know anything?" Scott asks his boss.

"It's a longer story. What I can tell you, is that I know about your kind." Deaton says. "Your kind? I can help." He looks at the body on the table. "This. This is something different."

"Well, do you know what did it?" I ask Deaton.

"No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part, they'll have a record or book. It'll have descriptions, histories, notations, of all the things that they've discovered." Deaton says. A book? I've never seen a book like that.

"All the things? How many different things are there?" Scott asks. I hear the door. I grab Scotts arm and hide in the other room connected to the one we were just in.

"I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent "closed" sign." I hear Deaton say.

"Hello, Alan. It's been a while." I hear my Grandfather say. "The last I heard, you had retired."

"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct." Deaton says. I smirk.

"If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours." I hear Uncle Chris say.

"I did, I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his finger tips. So don't assume I will be swayed by your philosophy just 'cause I'll answer a few questions." Deaton says.

"He was only 24." Uncle Chris says

"Killers come in all ages." Deaton replies.

"All ages, sizes, shapes. It's the last one that concerns us." Gerard says.

"How about you tell us what you found?"

"See this cut? Precise. Almost surgical. This isn't the wound that killed him. This had a more interesting purpose." Deaton says.

"Relating to the spine." Gerard says.

"That's right. Whatever made this cut, it's laced with a paralytic toxin, potent enough to disable all motor functions. These are the cause of death. Notice the patterns on each side." Deaton says.

"Five for each finger."

"Each claw." Gerard says

"As you can see, it dug in, slashed upward, eviscerating the lungs and slicing through the bone of the rib cage with ease." Deaton tells them.

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Chris asks.

"No." Deaton replies.

"Any idea at all what killed him?" Chris asks the vet.

"No. But I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong, and has the capacity to render its victims essentially helpless within seconds." Deaton tells them.

"If you're saying we should be cautious? We get it." Chris says.

"I'm saying you should be afraid. Be very afraid. Because in the natural world, predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey wasn't eaten. That means whatever killed him only wanted to kill him. In fact, killing may be its only purpose." Deaton says. Scott and I leave the animal clinic.